If you asked the doctor when he and Will moved passed the electric tension filled throes of a simple doctor-patient relationship, he would tell you about April 10th. It was understood when Will left the particularly gruesome crime scene, he was going to Dr. Lecter's office. Jack even called Hannibal to prepare him. Seven ten year old boys were found cannibalized in the basement slaughterhouse of a convicted pedophile. It wasn't the worst scene they'd ever walked in on, but the attempt to think like the killer was too much for Will. He cracked and left almost immediately.
When Will arrived, Hannibal could tell by the shadows under his eyes and the sallow tepidness of his skin that he hadn't slept in days. He hadn't shaved, either. The contours of his face were dusted with the morning light shining through the cracks in the office curtains. Dr. Lecter could not deny that Will was a beautiful man and he wanted him for his own. He wanted to hear the sounds that could come from his soft parted lips. But Will was here for help, and the doctor had to oblige.
"I-I don't know if I can do this anymore, I just…I just can't do this anymore." Will was pacing and moving his hands wildly about.
"Will, please sit. It will calm you down." Will kept pacing as his breathing became heavier and perched on the verge of hyperventilation.
"Will, please." Will gave in and sat down in the chair opposite Hannibal. He put his head in his hands.
"Will, if you think you are not in a suitable condition to be doing your job, then perhaps-"
"The perhaps I should quit my job? Dr. Lecter, I'm going insane and I catch serial killers. If I can't catch serial killers, then I'm just going crazy. It's the only thing I have to hold onto."
"Will, you are defined by much more than that." Will sighed in resignation.
"I'm scared and I'm alone. I'm…I'm so alone." Will laughed under his breath. "I haven't even gotten laid in two years."
Hannibal internally grimaced at Will's choice of words. He was a smart man; he could think of something else other than "gotten laid", couldn't he?
"Perhaps that is your problem, Will. Maybe lack of sexual activity is aggravating you."
Will laughed aggressively. Hannibal saw from his periphery that Will had begun to tighten his fist and draw them closer and closer to his core. Fight stance.
"This conversation is making you uneasy, Will." The psychiatrist attempted to tread carefully around his favorite patient. He could tell by Will's increasingly aggressive behavior that he was teetering on the edge of a nervous breakdown.
"Why is this making you uneasy?" Will's head snapped up from his hands, and in the moment before Will spoke, Hannibal gauged the vehement depth in his eyes. He said the wrong thing, didn't he? Oh no.
"Oh, it's making me uneasy, is it?! It's making me uneasy?! No, it's not, it totally isn't making me uneasy that you're reminding me of how my life has been on a fucking downward spiral for over two years. It totally isn't making me uneasy that you're telling me I should get laid to feel better!"
Will had jumped from his seat and was now looming over the psychiatrist. Tears were prickling at Will's eyes and his lips quivered softly. The urge to kiss his trembling lips was excruciating. The amount of self-control it took Doctor Lecter to halt his hand from brushing over Will's sullen face was exponential. Hannibal stood up as well and rested a firm hand on Will's shoulder.
"I never meant to say any of that. Please, Will, calm down. You are teetering on the edge of a nervous breakdown."
Will slid his hands up to grip Hannibal's arms for support. Wow, when did he get so…strong?
"Will?"
Will let his anger dissipate out, but his emotions overtook him. He didn't remember when his body started to shake, his whole being wracked with sobs. He couldn't stop. He didn't remember how he even started to talk, about the crime scene, about how lonely he felt, how he couldn't sleep. Will felt so…unstable.
A strong hand found its way to his back and it pulled him in. Is Hannibal…hugging me? That's kind of-oh my god he smells nice.
"Hannibal…" Will tried to whisper, but his voice kept breaking. God, this is so embarrassing. I'm babbling like an idiot teenage boy with a serious crush. Wait a crush? On Hannibal? God he is so attractive. Wait, what? No! Will, get it together.
"Will, it's ok." Hannibal sat them down on the couch in his office. "It's ok Will, just focus on calming down."
"Hannibal, you're…you're the only thing keeping me stable right now."
"It is my duty as your psychiatrist and your friend."
"You're so strong," and gorgeous, "and supportive," and gorgeous, "and I really need that. Thank you."
"There is no need to thank me, Will."
"No-no I do need to thank you." Hannibal internally winced at the thought of Will finding out all that Hannibal was doing to him. Keeping his encephalitis from him. Manipulating him.
"Will…"
"Yes, I do."
Oh Will. This is wrong. This is so very, very wrong.
Will leaned in and kissed Hannibal softly on his lips. Hannibal sat still for a moment. Will pulled back, extremely embarrassed and ashamed. Holy shit, Will, you have done it. You have completely screwed your entire life up. He will never talk to you again and you'll have to move to Alaska, and-oh!
Hannibal grabbed Will's collar and kissed him forcefully. The special agent was absolutely shocked by this reciprocation. He desperately grasped at Hannibal's back for leverage, but the psychiatrist was completely in control. He licked and bit at Will's full lips and pushed him down further into the couch. Will moaned and let Hannibal dominate him.
After a few heated moments, Will felt a leg slide in between his thighs. He was pulled up and into Hannibal's lap and he could feel Hannibal's hard cock through his suit. Will pushed his shirt off and he immediately felt powerful, confidant hands roam over his pale chest, counting his ribs and playing his vertebrae. Will had been somewhat aware of the lewd, erotic noises he had been making, just from kissing alone. Will tentatively rolled his hips into Hannibal's hard member.
Hannibal, with the unexpected stimulation, emitted an animalistic, possessive growl and he forcefully pulled Will's hair. Will's eyes rolled back, the stimulation from his undulating hips and Hannibal's groans were a beautiful combination. Will let his shaking fingers unbutton Hannibal's dress shirt and slip it off his defined shoulders. His hands slid over the lean muscles and bone.
Will wanted more. He wanted to hear Hannibal again, he wanted the pleasure of knowing that he was responsible for those low growls and groans. He was struck with a sudden need to service Hannibal.
Will slipped down to the floor in front of the couch. Hannibal frowned when Will's lips left his, and when his hips stopped moving in that deliciously perfect way. But he saw Will move to the floor, and he knew exactly what he was planning. Will looked up at his psychiatrist to see his usually stoic visage twisted in a superior smirk. Hannibal unbuttoned his pants, and Will took his thick cock in his hand.
Will had to admit he was inexperienced in this field. He experimentally licked the head, then took it into his mouth and sucked on it. He received a firm hand in his hair, pulling and twisting his locks. Will pulled his mouth off and licked from his base to the tip. Hannibal hummed in appreciation. Will took the tip in his mouth again and slowly worked the whole length in. Hannibal groaned unfamiliar words of affection over him.
Will could just barely make out what Hannibal murmured to him.
"Geras berniukas…" Hannibal's hand slipped from his hair down to his neck and encouraged him to keep sucking. Will hummed around his cock and Hannibal groaned breathlessly. Will pulled his head back and swallowed his member again, and again, and again. Hannibal had lost his reserve and moaned loudly, grabbing Will's hair and pulling it to fuck his face. He looked down to see Will's swollen lips spread by his thick hardness.
"Jūs esate tokia graži, Will." Hannibal's firm hand gripped Will's shoulder as he snapped his hips into Will's open and ready mouth. Will enjoyed this domination. While he serviced Hannibal with his mouth, he pumped himself with his own hand. The pace of Hannibal's thrusts became erratic, and Will could tell he was close.
Hannibal let go of Will's shoulder only to grab his hair again and fuck his mouth harder. He was so close. Will started to gag on the thick cock fucking the back of his throat. Hannibal decided this was enough. He pulled Will off of his cock and lifted him into his lap again.
He took Will's member and his own in his hand and pumped with the same pace he had fucked Will's mouth at. He buried his head in Will's neck and Will wildly moaned and screamed in ecstasy. Hannibal kissed and sucked and bit Will's jawline and neck. He wanted to leave a mark on him, so everyone knew Will belonged to him. Hannibal was close, right on the edge, and if Will's screams were anything to gauge by, he was close as well.
Hannibal pumped once more before releasing and biting hard in the crux of his jaw and neck. Will screamed and stilled and Hannibal felt Will's release between their stomachs. He heard Will breathe, barely, and exhale deeply. Hannibal was careful to lay Will out on his couch like he was made of fine porcelain. Hannibal then realized they were both still wearing their pants. How messy.
"Hannibal?" The psychiatrist looked down at the soft, cracking voice of his lover.
"Yes Will?"
"What language were you speaking to me?"
"Lithuanian. It's my first language."
"It's sexy."
Hannibal smiled at Will, his white teeth threateningly sharp.
"I'll be back in a moment."
When Hannibal left, the sheer gravity of the situation fell on Will like a tonne of bricks. Holy shit, what did I just do? I slept with Dr. Lecter!